“I don’t feel so good.”
“Do you not want to go that badly? You can just say, you don’t have to lie,” Warrington called from the bathroom. He adjusted his tie in the gilded mirror. “Nobody is happy with this. Doesn’t Alicia want you there?”
Katie’s threw a shoe at him. “I’m not trying to get out of it! I really don’t feel well. My head feels like it’s going to burst.” She reclined on the huge bed, a cold washcloth pressed to her forehead.
He went to the toilet, but quickly slammed the lid down. “Ugh, why is it rancid in here? I hope the house elves aren’t trying new cleaning spells, last time…”
“No! I was sick in there earlier,” she sniffed, glaring at him, “I told you! There’s no way I can apparate.”
He looked her over. She did look ill. Her eyes were red and puffy, her skin splotchy, and she was terrifically pissed off. She’d been very cross with him all week.
He froze, “Wait, didn’t you get sick a few days ago, and earlier this week too?”
“Yes! Clearly I’m ill. Why are you so incredibly thick today!! Merlin…”
Warrington smiled, clearly pleased with himself. She sat up in bed, astonished at his audacity. “What is wrong with you? Are you excited I feel like shit?”
She chucked the washcloth at him, smacking him squarely in the head. He grinned.
A/N: About the couple, I know this isn’t a very popular one. Usually it’s Alicia/Warrington and Marcus/Katie. Um, for me Alicia/Bletchley is one of my set couples (a little hex in canon means the world to me), so not A/W. And Pucey is my man-slut, so Katie/Warrington is my other fave (haha, you can go to my livejournal to read more about my reasoning behind these couples). Eh, not that it’s that important, I’m sure this doesn’t ruin anyone’s day. :) Shipping is silly anyway.